Normally I rescue people stuck outside and occasionally people stuck inside; and normally it’s the fire brigade who rescue cats — from trees, drains, etc.
Here, however, a living room door latch bolt had parted company with the tubular latch retraction hook. And a kitten was locked inside the living room.
I had a quick look at the window and, full marks, it had proper locks, so it was back to the door. The kitten seemed to think I’d been sent to alleviate its boredom. It had got tired of the food scraps the owner had been pushing under the door, so whenever I popped a mirror or other sundry device or instrument within its reach, it had a fine old time trying to pull it from my grasp.
It all ended well, I’m happy to report; although I should have remembered about the food scraps waiting for my hands and knees just inside the door.
It’s not just kittens who like to play with locksmith tools that appear through a door. Many of my colleagues have fallen to the dark side and open doors for the gas board, the electricity board and sundry others who’ve persuaded a Justice of the Peace to issue an entry warrant. I’m kidding about the dark side of course; my colleagues are the Jedi of the industry in that they rarely use a drill or other destructive means of entry (nor do they use light sabers which are pretty destructive), they pick their way in. But while someone who hasn’t paid their bill and is quietly watching the door from the inside isn’t going to grab a drill bit, they do tend to grab anything else they see. One of the many stress-increasing aspects that keeps me away from that side of the work.